Special Edition: Filler Post (Now with Ranch Dressing!)

Sometimes I feel bad for Tuesday. It has no real identity. Monday sucks. Wednesday is Hump Day. Thursday is trash night and then Friday gets its own acronymed restaurant and everything. TGIF! With flair! But Tuesday? Tuesday is just a filler day, a ream of blank paper to fill in your binder on the first day of school. Tuesday is the kind of day that waits in lines, never at the front, never at the back, just a filler person of a day, just there, no flair. Just Tuesday.

This blog post will be the personification of Tuesday. I have nothing specific to say, really. Just a bunch of spackle to fill in the blanks. My talk will be caulk, if you will, and this caulk has no shock (value).

So Tuesday, yes, I won another fellow blogger award. Okay, maybe you are shocked at that.

Is your Portuguese a little rusty? Me, too. Here's a rough translation and the meaning of the award: “This blog invests and believes, in ‘proximity’ meaning, that blogging makes us 'close'. They are all charming blogs, and the majority of them aim to show the marvels of friendship; there are persons who are not interested when we give them a prize, and then they help to cut these bows; do we want that they are cut, or that they propagate? Then let’s try to give more attention to them! So with this prize we must deliver it to eight bloggers that in turn must make the same thing and put this text.”

I'm down with the whole proximity and butterflies until it gets to the part about "not being interested when we give them a prize," and then I cry foul. Because me? I am shamelessly interested in prizes, in cakewalks, ribbons and trophies. Most days the first thing I do when I get home from work is strip down to my bathrobe and adorn myself with bows. I like pats on the head; I lap up praise and compliments and piddle on the hooked rug at the slightest hint of criticism. Still. Simply AnonyMom gave me this prize and I am not giving it back even if I am interested in the prize. Thank you, AnonyMom. I will wear it with pride.

And now for the propagation in no particular order, I'm just scattering the seeds:

A Cup of Jo

Coco + Kelley

Her Bad Mother

What Would Jane Austen Do?

Inside the Loop

Tobi et al

Richie Design

Lifenut

There. I have nothing else to say, it being a Tuesday and all. I love the blogosphere (and you and you and you) and now I must go back to waiting in line, sitting still in traffic. I must send back my Netflix and buy some more milk and blahdiblahblah, STOP! WAIT A FREAKING MINUTE HERE! I just now realized that Tuesday is not poor filler day Tuesday! It DOES have its own restaurant, just like TGIFridays! Tuesday's got its own 37 pieces of flair and it's called RUBY TUESDAY! Holy Buffalo Chicken Burger Batman, this revelation has completely rocked my world. Seriously. I am going to have to completely re-think the rhythm of my week(s).

p.s. Does it mean that I am sick if when I look at the above Google image of Ruby Tuesday the first thing I think of is the giant stinky poos these men will make later? Their guts so obviously full of Fork-Tender Ribs and Ruby Classic Burgers? Yes? Yes it does make me sick in the cabesa? Wait, please don't take away my award! I am still down with the Proximidade! I still love you! I just love you with a side of ranch dressing now because that's what Tuesday is all about, it being Ruby and all.

Happy Tuesday!